Part 15 A Working Vacation
Mistress had said we'd be at the lake house for two weeks, or more, perhaps. I had settled into the routine of the place, but as often happens on an extended vacation, one loses the sense of each individual day; there were times when I couldn't recall how long we'd been at the lake without concentrating hard.
One day Katherine pulled out her laptop and worked for several hours, and I realized that we'd been there more than two weeks. Whether she was just enjoying this too much, or the renovations back home were taking longer than expected, I didn't know. I did know not to ask about it. Mistress wanted to control every aspect of me, and that included what I knew and what I didn't -- if there was a message about the renovations that she wanted to give me, she'd volunteer it.
The days assumed a routine of sorts, but nothing about it was "routine."
After making us breakfast and cleaning up, I would start attending to the household chores: cleaning, vacuuming, washing, ironing etc. Katherine's control extended to how much "down time" I had, and she made sure there wasn't much. I didn't mind the work; it was simple, it had a definite beginning and a definite end, and it occupied me completely. It felt good to serve, even in that way.
Every third day or so I had to go into town to get groceries and the like. This filled me with dread and despite myself, excitement. When I went into town, I'd see people who had fucked my brains out the night before. Sometimes they would interact, say hello as though everything was totally normal, and sometimes just look at me with an almost condescending smile. Both reactions made me feel humiliated and intensely excited.
What down time there was consisted mostly of naps so that I'd be well rested for the nights?
The nights. Mistress had a lot of friends and over the past two weeks all of them had used me or gotten the opportunity to. Mistress' graciousness didn't stop with those she knew well. New girlfriends, boyfriends, wives, husbands, friends visiting those friends from out of town . . . everyone got a piece of candy. A couple of nights there was no company and Mistress had me all the Herself. I was grateful for those. As much as I would loyally do for her with anyone She said to, I realized I needed that time with just Her.
My mind had not gone blank to all this, but I was filled with a sense of acceptance and, in an odd way, appreciation. If one is a slut, after all, one is grateful for the attention to one's slutty needs. It wasn't for me to wonder about or choose. It was for Mistress to give and for me to take. And accept. And appreciate.
Both at once, my stomach felt queasy and my cunt tingled and oozed a tiny bit. My life before Katherine seemed to be disappearing little by little, as if some insidious microscopic intruder were slowly erasing those memories, making room for what I was now becoming, day by day.
And while it was a slow gradual process that was inexorably but gently pressing me down more and more, these were punctuated by the occasional jolt. I believe these occasional hard and fast moves where a calculated part of Mistress' plan for me. She was not one to leave anything to chance.
Three nights ago was one of those jolts.
The day had gone as normal. In the early afternoon, Mistress informed that we would have just one guest tonight, so plan dinner accordingly.
To have just one guest was new; every other night we'd had people over to use the town slut, it was at least two.
Mistress wandered into the kitchen as I was getting things ready for dinner.
"My friend Astrid is coming over tonight, candy. She's a good friend and I know that she will really enjoy you." She idly stroked my bare right ass cheek as she spoke. I squirmed involuntarily and concentrated on her words, and on not cutting myself.
I nodded and continued my work. Mistress leaned in and kissed my cheek, whispering, "It's going to be fine, pet."
I felt a slight shiver at her words. What's going to be fine? Why wouldn't it be? It was always fine.
I stopped. A speculating slave is a useless slave, Mistress once said to me.
Astrid arrived at 7 as planned. She hugged Mistress warmly, and more or less ignored me, but I sensed it was just who she was, and not any particular antipathy towards me. It seemed like Astrid came from a world where people like her commanded, and others did as commanded, and didn't put a lot of thought into the basis of that reality.
Astrid was striking. She looked exactly like what you'd think someone named Astrid would look like. Tall and blonde. More or less perfect and slightly athletic body. Sparkling blue eyes. The kind of woman who is out of everyone's league.
The high-heeled leather boots accentuated Astrid's height. Kneeling before Her with Her drink I was flighting the urge to tremble. Power and sexuality seemed to just flow from her.
Drinks… dinner… another drink. Everything went more as less as usual. I expected that it was about time for Mistress to offer me to Astrid for Her use, and that things would take their course from there. Things did take their course but the course was nothing at all like what I had been expecting.
Mistress and Astrid exchanged a glance when the after-dinner conversation reached what felt like a natural stopping point.
Katherine nodded slightly to Astrid and Astrid got up. Mistress indicated for me to stand up with a brief imperative gesture of her hand. I stood immediately, and, as I had been trained, didn't do anything else until told to. Mistress' words rang in my ears...
"Abandon assumptions . . . you will be directed."
Mistress snapped a leash to my collar and tugged. I followed her and Astrid out to the back deck. The feeling of being leashed instantly dropped me down.
The back deck looks out down onto the lake. In daylight it was a spectacular view, now, in the almost-darkness, the lake seemed to shimmer, as if it were feeding on the very last rays of post-sunset light. The thought flashed across my mind that I was more or less unconcerned about being outside, clad only in a collar and heels, being led on a leash. I only had a second to marvel at my own rapid transformation when Mistress dropped the leash and guided me the exact spot she wanted, in the center of the deck, almost touching the railing.
I looked out on the empty lake . . . darkness had just about completely taken over now; behind me were the lights of the deck, in front of me, nothing but dark water and a darker background.
Astrid came up behind me and whispered in my ear. She wasn't touching me but I could feel how close she was. As she spoke, she slipped a heavy blindfold around my head and secured it.
"Into the darkness now, slut. This will help you concentrate." I didn't speculate as to what I might need to concentrate on. I focused on breathing normally.
I felt my arms being raised up from my sides, both at once. Mistress was on my right; I knew her touch. I felt something around each wrist -- leather I was sure the feel and slight scent of it.
I felt the same sensations around each ankle. Next I heard sounds I couldn't really make out but before long I felt me arms being pulled on...They must've been tying ropes from the wrist cuffs to the two posts at either corner of the deck.
